My first love was my aunt.

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Her fair thighs and red underwear made her blush quickly, and she turned her head away to cover herself. My aunt and I each slept at opposite ends of the bed. After my aunt lay down, I couldn't help but...

I only have one aunt, who is only nine years older than me. When I was little, my aunt was very close to me and treated me very well. I remember when my aunt was a young girl, she often wore
a floral dress, which I thought was particularly beautiful. My aunt had a faint fragrance, and I always liked to snuggle up to her. The year I was in the second year of junior high school, my aunt got married and moved to
another county. At that time, I was extremely sad, thinking that my aunt had been taken away by a strange man and gone to a strange man's home, no longer belonging to me.
The summer after my aunt's marriage, because my uncle had contracted too much land and was too busy, he asked us to come and help. The adults couldn't leave immediately and needed to stay a couple of days later,
so my cousin and I went first. When we arrived at my aunt's house, I was too small to do any heavy work, so I helped herd the cows, feed the fish, and plant rice seedlings. That evening, my uncle went
to collect information on sex education. In the dormitory, he and his classmates watched many Japanese sex education films. It was at this time that I started masturbating. The objects of my masturbation were:
the fishpond night watchman, my aunt, my cousin, and another older sister at home. When it was time to sleep, my aunt arranged for my cousin to sleep with the other older sister, and I
slept with her. After I took a shower, I lay down on the bed. When my aunt came over after her shower, I noticed that she was wearing a skirt that went past her knees.
When my aunt got into bed, I saw her white skin and I secretly looked at her thighs greedily. But as sleepiness came, I quickly fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw my aunt's legs right
next to me , feeling their warmth and smoothness.
From then on, I always wanted to peek at the spring scenery that my aunt occasionally revealed. My aunt's skin was very white, her breasts were firm, and her features were beautiful. She was very affectionate towards me. As a teenager
, my longing for the opposite sex was focused on my aunt.
The following year, my aunt gave birth. I often saw her breastfeeding, whether at my maternal grandmother's or my parents' house. In the countryside, new mothers don't hide from others when breastfeeding. My aunt's breasts
weren't very large, but they were firm and white. Watching my cousin nurse, I really wanted to rush over and share with him. My aunt had plenty of milk; sometimes she would express the excess.
She used a cup to hold it .
Once, after squeezing it, she saw me leaving and asked if I wanted some. I picked it up and smelled it—it smelled so fishy! I quickly put it down, thinking I should just suck on
her panties and the area between her thighs, fantasizing about making love with her on the bed or on the grass. The pleasure quickly came over me, and my suppressed passion burst forth, leaving
almost a stain on the blanket.
After I went to high school and boarded, I saw her much less. She also started doing some business. Then I went to university. I
went to school alone. Because her house was close to the train station, I went to her house first, and then she saw me off at the train station. It was a small station, and the train was at
around 10 pm. She helped me with my bag and saw me all the way to the platform. It was almost time to board. It was my first time traveling so far and my first time taking a train, and I was very nervous
. I put down my bag and looked at her with reluctance. She looked at me too, and then she started to cry. My eyes also welled up with tears. Without thinking, since there was no one
around , I hugged my aunt, looked into her eyes, and tried to kiss away her tears. Then I touched her lips and whispered, "Auntie,
don't touch my lips to hers." My aunt didn't resist my sudden intimate gesture. I picked up my luggage and boarded the train. The train slowly started moving, and through
the window , my aunt waved to me, her figure gradually disappearing into the distance.
In college, youthful energy was boundless, and I played with unbridled passion on the court, occasionally experiencing sexual urges. Having never watched porn before, I often
thought of my dear aunt. When no one was in the dormitory, I would softly call my aunt's name, and images of her sexy lips, firm breasts, and a large
pool of sticky fluid under her snow-white breasts would appear in my mind. After the heat subsided, I would quickly wipe it clean with a tissue. At that moment, a strong feeling had already sprouted in my heart. I had the idea of having sex with my aunt.
After finishing my first year of university, my second year began. Because my aunt's business was close to the train station, she asked me to bring my things and come to her house for a day
before
going to school. I was happy to spend time with her, so I happily went to her house. There wasn't much to do at her house; I just helped her with her business and wandered around outside. My uncle was working on a construction team at the time, only coming back every ten days or so. In the summer, I had a habit of taking a nap, and my aunt called me to rest in her room.
When I entered the room, I was shocked to find my aunt's underwear hanging on a pole. You can probably guess what I did next. My aunt's underwear was the kind
with a slippery texture. I picked it up, smelled it intensely, and examined it closely. I cried, wishing time would pass quickly so I could see you sooner. This was my first kiss. At the time, I didn't know about French kissing; I was just
listening to my aunt's voice outside, imagining my penis penetrating her, and soon I felt like ejaculating. I quickly took off my underwear,
letting the semen spray into the sink, and then carefully hung it back up. Lying in bed, I discovered an even bigger surprise: my aunt's
silk . When I hugged my penis to the nightgown, the smooth feeling was so good that I couldn't help but ejaculate again. So, for three consecutive days at noon, I
masturbated on my aunt's bed using her underwear and nightgown. On the fourth day, perhaps because I wasn't careful, I guessed my aunt had found some marks on her clothes. She said
she also needed to sleep at noon and told me to sleep somewhere else. At the time, I didn't think it was too embarrassing because I thought my aunt was relatively open-minded; even if she
knew I was masturbating with her clothes, she would probably understand that it was just youthful exuberance. Common practices throughout the year.

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